Call Me Home

morning after nauseous half-disasters
the calm is not so quiet in my head
it says 'you drink too much,
you're not in love with anyone,
you'll never say the things you never said'

oh it all seems really simple in a picture
somebody you don't know always works hard
and you're always just nursing some hangover
guilt-tripping over homeless works of art

i been lost, lost, lost brother
i been blinded by the sun and the Father
i got more, more, more than i can shoulder
but i'll be fine when i find my way home

morning after nauseous half-disasters
and i swear i'll get my act together soon
because this is not at all what i imagined
when i thought of all the things that i might do

oh it all seems really simple when you're little
naivety it such a fuzzy friend
and i'm not saying i'm wrecked or i am ruined
i just mistook the beginning for the end

and i got lost, lost, lost brother
i got blinded by the sun and the Father
i got more, more, more than i can shoulder
but i'll be fine when i find my way home

look
sometimes love is the reflection
of a building
in the water
on a night when everybody stays at home
and sometimes love's a puddled puzzle piece
obsolete and soggy
that becomes a whole new picture
on it's own

so we can bitch about how fast the world is spinning
or we can use the orbit for a whole new view
i know love will be the answer to my wandering
maybe i got lost so i could find you
i think i got lost so i could find you

so when you're lost, lost, lost brother
when you fly too close to the sun and the Father
when the world is more than you can shoulder
you come and find me,
you can call me home
come and find me,
you can call me home.

come and find me
and call me home.

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